HEADS UP: This is a SEQUEL to "The Bounty of Bartholomeu Santara" and "The Gems of Roslynn." If you haven't read those two, I don't exactly suggest you read this one! Start from the beginning!

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Finally the chapter everyone's been waiting and bugging me for! My new Jack/Celeste fic! I hope everyone enjoys it -- I worked long and hard on it. Enjoy and review!

Thanks to short one for being my bestest friend and thanks to my long lost year apart twin, DAFTLIKESPARROW for being inspirational, supporting me, and being awesome! Thanks, guys!

Chapter 1: Black's Treachery

Celeste Wyndham struggled to get free of her captor, the man who had a hold of her arms. Finally, she was able to break free; she ran to the door in attempt to escape, but it was locked. The man grabbed both of her wrists and restrained her.

Celeste had been kidnapped that very night from the Black Pearl. The man behind the kidnapping was none other than Thomas Black: Captain Jack Sparrow's old rival from years ago. He was dressed in an elaborate red outfit with a big, red, feathery hat. He took his hat off and set it on an old table. His very short black hair blended with his black eyes.

The room they were all in was a large, dusty, run-down, old place, everything looked like it had been untouched for years. All the windows were boarded up and little light leaked in. Black walked over to her and the man.

"Let 'er go." he said to his crony. The man obeyed and released her. "Now," he began, speaking to his crew member as if Celeste wasn't even worth speaking to, "are you sure that this girl is really really important to Sparrow?"

"Yeah, I were 'idin' in the closet an' I saw 'em. 'e nearly sucked 'er face off." the man said. He and Black laughed. She blushed: a mix of humiliation, anger, and fright.

"Good, good." Black laughed. He looked at Celeste. "Come 'ere, girl." he ordered. She reluctantly took a few small steps towards him. He looked her over, pacing in a circle around her. "Well, let's see. . . not bad. . . You seem to be a bit of a tomboy. . ." he said, looking at her outfit.

"I -- am not." Celeste retorted quietly. "I am a lady."

"Sure, whatever. . ." he said offhandedly, still looking her over. "Well, you could definitely be larger in the front. . . Nice lips, though. I can't wait." Celeste's brow furrowed in fear.

He put a hand on her cheek and leaned over and kissed her. She tried to break away from him, but he restrained her. She finally got free and stepped back.

Black raised his eyebrows. "You'd best get used to it, darling, you're goin' to entertain me for quite a while, you know. I can do whatever I--"

Just then, Celeste punched Black hard in the face. He staggered, clutching his nose; she nearly broke it.

"'ey!" the man yelled and backhanded Celeste in the face. She cried out and fell on the floor. She rolled onto her side and clutched her jaw.

"Insolent little wench!" Black yelled, and kicked her in the back; she screamed in pain. He rubbed his nose. "You'd best learn to stay in line."

"N-never. . ." she stuttered in pain. He kicked her in the face and she yelled.

"I can do this all nigh', love." he said.

"So can I." she replied toughly.

"You really are a little brat." Black said, a little surprised. "I'm goin' to love makin' you suffer. I can't wait to hear you cry and scream." he said sadistically. She scowled and struggled to stand up. "Until then," he continued in a normal tone, "perhaps we should 'ave a little fun with 'er first. Boys!" Five more of his crew members emerged from several doors.

"Come on, baby, give us a run for our money." Black taunted. He shoved her forward, which made her trip and fall over. She quickly got up and scowled at Black. "Go on, run. We'll give you a 'ead start.

She felt this was the only chance of escape, so she ran through the door on the door on the far right. She ran through the halls, breathing heavily. She pushed through more doors that only led to more halls. Suddenly, she came to a dead end: a dimly lit room. Just then, Black and his men entered. The blond man seized Celeste under the arms and the brown-haired man grabbed her ankles. Suspended off the ground, she kicked and screamed -- she managed to kick the brown-haired man in the face.

Stop!!" Celeste screamed. "Let -- me -- go!!! Ahhhh!!!!" she struggled.

"Knock yourselves out, boys." Black said. "Do whatever you please, jus' don' kill 'er. Save some for me."

"Noooo!!!!" she screamed.

"You can 'ave 'er when I'm done." Black told them.

They restrained her arms and groped the rest of her while she screamed at the top of her lungs and fought and struggled as well as she could.

Finally, she managed to get free and ran to a corner and huddled, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her head in them.

"STOP IT!!!" she screamed. "STOP IT! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!"

"Oh, we're sorry, baby, did we 'urt you?" Black said, faking sympathy. He went and knelt down next to her. "You want us to stop?" She nodded, tears flooding her eyes. "Well, you can't always 'ave what you want." he looked back at his crew. "This girl's so entertainin', I love 'er. Look, go on back to the ship an' wait for me. One o' you stay an' stand guard." He looked back at Celeste. "Get up. Time to 'ave the real fun." She didn't move. "Come on, get up." She still didn't budge. "Fine." He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. She yelled in pain and struggled to stand up.

"And the fun begins." Black said. He picked Celeste up and slung her over his shoulder.

"Ahhh!!!" Celeste screamed. "Help! Help!! He--" Just then, she was hit hard in the back of the head and knocked out cold.

Celeste blinked her eyes open but still couldn't see anything -- she was blindfolded. Her wrists and ankles were tied down to a shabby bed. She began to panic. She struggled to free her hands and feet, but to no avail. The ropes used to restrain her started to cut into her wrists and she began to whimper. She heard laughing.

"'ello, love." Black greeted.

"Untie me right now!!" she commanded.

"Ah, now that's no fun." Black replied.

"If you do not let me go right now, you will be incredibly sorry!"

"Yeah, I bet I will." Black said sarcastically, sitting on top of her.

"You pig!" Celeste screamed, trying to throw him off. "Get off me!!"

"In time, baby, in time." he said in her ear. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "That was very loud, love, I enjoyed it." he sneered, removing her blindfold. "But if you're tryin' to get someone's attention, you migh' as well give up. These are the slums, an' no one cares 'oo's screamin' 'cause it 'appens all the time."

"There's bound to be one decent person out there." Celeste said.

"Nope." Black replied. "I know the slums. Trust me--"

"Or not."

"--no one cares."

"Someone will come." Celeste stated bravely. "You won't get away with this."

"I'm afraid I will, love." Black stated. "I always do. This is what I do now."

"What? Kidnap, steal, and rape?" she asked angrily.

"Yeah, pretty much." Black replied casually. She scowled. "Anyway, early tomorrow mornin' you an' I are sailin' to my 'ideout where I keep all my other. . . friends."

Celeste gasped. "Those poor girls! How long have they been there?!"

"None o' your concern." Black replied.

"You filth!" she cried, trying to throw him off. "You'll be caught!" Black laughed. "Didn't your mother ever teach you anything?" Celeste asked angrily. "Being the whore she probably was."

"Don' you speak o' my mother!" Black yelled and pulled a pocketknife pout of his pants pocket. He pushed the blade out of the handle.

"Well, if you ended up like this, she mustn't have been a very good -- AHHHH!!!" she screamed as Black cut a long, vertical cut down her upper arm.

"Now that was fun." Black said. "I told you to stay in line. I won' 'esitate to do that again, so I suggest you behave." Celeste winced and Black leaned over and kissed her.

"Get your filthy face off me!!!" Celeste screamed, jerking her head away from him. "Ahhhh!!!!" she thrashed around, trying to throw him off.

"No, you see the reason I'm doing this, don' you?" Black asked. Suddenly, Celeste spat in his face. He, with a disgusted look on his face, wiped the spit from his eye and began to speak rather calmly. "That wasn't a very ladylike thing to do. I told you to behave. Still holding the knife, he slipped a hand under her shirt and pressed the blade to her stomach.

She froze, the cold blade, chilling her skin.

"Why do you insist on being stubborn?" Black asked. "Every other girl would cooperate to make things easier on 'er. Why do you continue to make things worse? I'm jus' gonna make it 'urt more."

She glared at him with disgust and rage, but kept a fear-free face in defiance.

"So, what? You want to say you were valiant an' brave? An' 'andled it without giving up?" he asked. "You won' be able to say that when I'm through with you."

"Eat dirt and die, trash."

"Now, normally, I wouldn't care, but you're makin' me a little angry." he told her. "You goin' to behave now?"

"No." she stated defiantly.

"Okay." he shrugged and cut a long cut across her stomach. She screamed in pain. "Now, little wench, I'll tell you why I'm doing this. You, I found out, are what's most important to Sparrow. We were rivals, you know. Well, now, I can finally 'urt 'im. Don' worry, I'll bring you back to 'im in time, but 'e won' want used goods, I deem."

"Shut your -- disgusting mouth." Celeste commanded angrily, wincing. "So this is all about jealousy, huh? Stupid. Jack's going to kill you, you know."

"Haha." he laughed. "You've already made it worse for yourself, so jus' be quiet an' don' make it any worse."

"Help! Help!!" Celeste screamed.

"Or you could scream. 's fine with me. I like it better that way." he said and kissed her. She screamed as loud as her vocal chords allowed. He unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and she screamed again.

"Help!!" she screamed. Black smiled, sadistically indulging in her pain. "Help!! Jack!!!"

Black laughed. "'e can't 'elp you." He kissed her neck and unbuttoned the second button on her shirt.

"Stop it!!" she screamed. "Jack!! Help me, Jack!!!" She started to cry.

"'ello, wha's this?" Black asked as he unbuttoned the third button of her shirt. He held up the stone of Celeste's necklace. Her heart sunk. "This is a very rare necklace. Where'd you get it?"

"I-I don't know." Celeste sniffled.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"It-it was a gift. . ." she replied, sniffling.

"A gift? Really?" he asked. "From whom, might I ask?"

"Er, my, er. . . father." she lied.

"Well, then, I'm sure 'e can get you another one." he said, making to remove the necklace.

"No!" she cried. "I -- it's -- I--"

"I knew it." he said. "It's from Sparrow, isn' it? 'e probably stole it."

"No!"

"Yeah. You know, I think I'll add this to my collection." he said. "Should fetch a pretty penny."

"No!" Celeste cried. "Please, it's one of the only things I care about! Please, have some mercy!"

"Not my strong suit." he replied calmly. "Besides, you grew up rich, you spoiled little brat! You're just greedy!"

"No, please, I'll give you anything else, just, please, please!"

"You really care about this, don' you?" he asked. She nodded. "Hm. More fun for me then." He ripped the necklace off her neck and stuck it in his pocket. She started sobbing. "This is jus' too fun. . ." He kissed her.

A few minutes later, Jack burst into the room.

"Get away from 'er!!!" Jack roared at Black. Black was so shocked that he jumped up, back against the opposite wall. Jack pulled out his pistol and ran to Celeste who was still sobbing, her shirt completely unbuttoned, but luckily, not revealing anything. He sat down next to her.

"If you move, Black," Jack threatened through gritted teeth, "I'll blow your bloody 'ead off." Black did not move. Jack looked painfully down at Celeste and quickly pulled her shirt closed. "Oh, darling, are you alrigh'?" he asked, extremely hurt. She was so busy sobbing, she didn't even open her eyes when Jack came in -- she thought she was dreaming. Jack pulled out a knife and cut the bonds on Celeste's wrists and ankles. She continued sobbing. "Darling?" she still didn't respond. "Celeste?" he placed a hand on her cheek. "Princess?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "J-Jack?" She sat up and hugged him and began to sob even harder. Over in the corner of the room, Black tried to take a step, but Jack glared at him, causing him to fearfully recoil.

"Darling, look at me." he said and she looked up. He tilted her chin up and saw the numerous marks and bruises on her neck. As he glanced at her various wounds, including her bleeding arm and stomach, he grew increasingly angry. He tightened his grip on the pistol so angrily that it looked like he could've broken it in half.

Celeste sniffled. "Hurt him, Jack. Hurt him a lot."

He clenched his teeth together in anger. He let go of her, stood up, and went over to Black; he shoved him against the wall, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Black, you scum. You can mess with me, you can even mess with me ship, but you can never, ever mess with me girl." Jack said, sounding like he were growling in anger. "You 'urt 'er an' you violated 'er, an' you will be so sorry." He charged at Black and began to pummel him. "Don' you ever -- ever -- ever -- ever -- mess -- with -- my -- girl!!" the threw a punch with every word.

Suddenly, Black shoved Jack away from him and ran out the door. He pushed it shut behind him. Jack charged at the door, but Black was trying with all his might to hold it shut.

"Well, what now, Sparrow?" Black sneered. "Catch me or care for the girl?" With that, he ran as fast as he could to get away. Jack did not pursue him. Instead, he went back to Celeste.

"Is-is he gone?" Celeste whimpered.

"Aye. Aye, he is." Jack replied softly.

"We have to catch him, Jack, we have to!" she said urgently.

"We will."

"He's still holding some girls prisoner at his hideout." she told him. "I can't even imagine how horrible it must be for them. We must save them, Jack, we must!"

"We will, we will." Jack assured. "I promise." Celeste nodded weakly; she'd been drained of energy and could hardly move. " 'ere, let's -- let's get you fixed up." he said, and buttoned up her shirt for her.

Just then, Will burst in.

"Are you alright, Cel--" He stopped, seeing her condition: bleeding wrists, arm, and stomach.

"Run into any trouble?" Jack asked Will.

"Er, no, not really." he replied. "I drove that one man away -- that one we ran into upon entering -- and then another man. . . but he ran off before I could do anything. . ."

Jack looked back at Celeste. He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. "Come on, love," he said, picking her up, "let's get back to the Pearl."

Hope you enjoyed it! The chapter breaks my heart. Anyway, it was long awaited, so I hope I didn't disappoint you! I love my fans! Please review!!